Some context

 

 

 

From the left:  Me, Tom, Bill, David.  Bill is the oldest, then Tom, David, and me, the baby.  (Have I mentioned that I’m my mother’s final failed attempt at having a daughter?)  Bill and Tom dropped down from the Pacific Northwest, David from Half Moon Bay an hour north, and me from Texas by way of Colorado.

 

If I fudge my age up to the end of the year, we’re all in our eighties now.  We chat online about what we’re each doing and thinking, but we’re spread out across the western states and in-person visits aren’t all that common, and never just the four of at once like this.

 

Bill putting the kitchen to the test.

 

Our dining area.

 

We’re eating very well.  Chicken, veggies, and potatoes tonight.

 

 

A walk in the woods with an ocean view.